Sonny Liston Was a Friend of Mine: Stories
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Twelve stories that teeter between wicked humor and stinging pathos encompassdilapidated right arenas, state mental hospitals, and chaotic emergency roomswhere the inhabitants are brilliantly etched characters.
man’s head jerked back like he didn’t know what to do. Tears were running down the guy’s face and L.D. stood in front of him with his goofus smile. The sailor got uppity and Pfieffer let him have another one, drawing blood this time. “There he goes again,” Ondine said. Very soon a wild and woolly brawl rolled through the crowded joint in waves. I hadn’t put a single beer in me before a bottle came sailing across the bar and struck me under the eye. The fight spread out into the street while the
shut down for an unspecified period. Hammermeister called the head custodian into his office and told him of this decision. “I want to help you guys out. We couldn’t run this school without the custodians,” he said with an ingratiating smile. “Anything you need in the way of supplies, or whatever, just let me know. And one other thing, the district has asked me to address the problem of sick-leave abuse. Du Bois is the worst school in the district in this regard.” No sooner were the words out
a whiff of the cake. It had been hard to single out any one particular odor since he walked into the hospital. All the odors seemed to meld. “A scrumptious goody,” he said. “Eat the goddamn thing before I stuff it down your throat,” Stephens said. Cousin Eustace snagged a piece of the cake with his thumb and shoved it in his mouth. “Look!” “Now, I’m really not going to eat it,” Freddy said. “Eustace ate cake,” Charlie said. “He actually ate something new. Hurrah!” Cousin Eustace said, “The
“’Oh, Jack, I—’ “‘I have let you fuck up my life this far, but I am not going to let you fuck this up!’” Altman and Prescott began to squirm. “Geez, calm down. God.” Prescott said. “You better take your pills. You’re going to end up in the nuthouse again.” “It’s just a fuckin’ scene from a fuckin’ movie.” “You’re talkin’ loud, dudeski,” Prescott said. “I mean loud.” “Fuck you! I’m talkin’ normal.” Prescott got up from the table and said, “You’re talking loud. It’s embarrassing. I ain’t
respond with the newly white pole, and her hand found it. Passing tourists stopped to stare at the kiss—or simply to stare at Molly; no matter what I was truly feeling, or what was truly best for either of us, she had showstopping looks. When the kiss broke off, she held eye contact with me for a moment and then hopped into the back of the cab. She rolled down the window as if to say something but there were tears in her eyes and she turned away. Honking his horn, the driver swung back into